When my husband and I got married, I was just barely 19. I was ecstatic to have a husband and to start our life together. I was excited to have babies with this man. I was excited to do life with him. And somewhere along the way, I developed this thought – this ideal, this expectation – that we would be one of those couples (I’m not even sure they actually exist) that would NEVER spend a night apart. Like forever and for always, 365 days a year, every year of our lifetime of marriage – not one night apart.
Wellllll, about 11 months and 3 weeks into our marriage, that ideal was crushed. My husband went on a short ministry trip – I can’t even remember what it was now – the week before our first anniversary. We didn’t even make it a year, folks. Over 18 years later, with countless nights apart, it seems laughable that I even had the thought we’d never be a part.
That first year though, it was an offering up. Not just of my man for those few days. But of the silly ideal that I had built in my head. And on this one, I can tell you the rewards have been endless. Not only do I get to hear about his adventures pursuing his passion and ministering to the nations but the Lord has been extravagantly faithful in letting us do some amazing trips together. We’ve been on getaways to San Antonio, California, Ireland and most recently Cabo. We’ve had amazing family vacations to Disneyland, Disney World and Disney Paris. We’ve lived in Hawaii for 3 weeks. We’ve been to the sweetest Nebraska Bed & Breakfasts. It is the reward of surrender. Surrender of the one I love most. Surrender of an ideal that was never meant for us anyways.
***This is Day 8 of “31 Days of Offering Up” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.***